| When I wake up, why wake up’s what I’m wondering but I still try
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| 'Cause we both know it’s just some paint on some canvas but it’s still life
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| Are you getting the sense that your days are numbered, but still hoping they
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| end fast?
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| Is it consolation to know that it will end; |
| you just have to be patient
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| I don’t mean to be bleak but that’s the sense that I get when we speak
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| I don’t like to showboat because everything that I’ve done, you co-wrote
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| I scored a film on a notepad; |
| you’re in the credits so you should know that
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| In subtitles I wrote that «Oh I Love You, How I love You»
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| When I die, put a ring on your finger, you were always mine
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| And we both know we’re just painted on canvas but it’s still life
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| And at the end of the gold rush your heart was so crushed that now it can’t
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| hold much
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| It’s not funny, don’t dare laugh, it’s running uphill with your leg in a bear
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| trap
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| I don’t mean to be bleak but that’s the sense that I get when we speak
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| I don’t like to showboat because everything that I’ve done, you co-wrote
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| I wrote a book on a notepad, you’re in each chapter so you should know that
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| In block letters I wrote that «Oh I Love You, How I Love You»
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| When I wake up, why wake up’s what I’m wondering but I still try
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| 'Cause we both know it’s just some paint on some canvas but it’s still life
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| It turns out this is hopeless and far too thick for you and I to cope with
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| We’re just Jeckyl and Hyde-ing, on snakes and ladders we’re slipping and sliding
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| I don’t mean to be bleak but that’s the sense that I get when we speak
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| I don’t like to showboat because everything that I’ve done, you co-wrote
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| I paint pictures on notepads, you’re in each one so I hope you know that
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| And in the corner I wrote that «Oh I Love You, How I Love You»
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| When I die, put a ring on your finger, you were always mine
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| And we both know we’re just painted on canvas but it’s still life |